Anton Ego: In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the *new*. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto, “Anyone can cook.” But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.
Dean McCoppin: Get back! I said get back! I mean it!
The Iron Giant: No. Stop. Wait.
Hogarth Hughes: It was an accident. He’s our friend.
Dean McCoppin: He’s a piece of hardware, Hogarth. Why do you think the army was here? He’s a weapon, a big. . .big gun that walks.
The Iron Giant: I. . .I. . .I not gun.
Dean McCoppin: Yeah? Then what’s that? [points at huge hole the Giant’s ray left on a bus] You almost did that to Hogarth!
The Iron Giant: No! [Runs away]
Hogarth Hughes: Come back! [Runs after the Giant]
Dean McCoppin: Hogarth! Hey stop!
Hogarth Hughes: Giant! Come back!
Dean McCoppin: [sees the toy gun Hogarth left on the ground] It was defensive. He reacted to the gun.